The Dark Poet
The Dark Poet
The poet losing touch with life
Faces fear untold
Reality just slips away
Powerless to make it stay
When his demons seize a hold
Deep dark thoughts pervade his mind,
Worms infect his brain.
Empty void of utter darkness
Shut away from light.
No one understands his pain.
Feelings twist, turn, and tangle,
Things he can’t explain,
Oozing mud and pull of death
Beckon to a place beyond.
Is he going quite insane?
Digging, delving, dread... then hope
In his troubled crown.
Memories of long ago
Things he thought he didn’t know
Walls come crashing down.
Time will tell if he will heal,
Escape this dark perdition.
Strength and courage he must have
Going down this lonely path
In search of his redemption.
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Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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